me lazy, bane, and filthy call me monstrous reprobate I'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do 'cuz I don't have to live like you so I'm going for a walk
for a walk And there's nothing you can do 'Cause I don't have to Live like you I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk ...
lazy, bane, and filthy call me monstrous reprobate I'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do 'cuz I don't have to live like you so I'm going for a walk
Traduzione: Bad Religion. A Walk.
to see a sinner who sinned, but since Christ He sees a winner Enter into the mind of a Christ urbanite True urban type, yet will still spill the words of life What a
a new day a'dawning I've seen a thousand points of light like so many points of hatred, shame and horror God I want to be a man but I don't want to die
involved, a nation dissolved While we sit back waitin' to evolve Those who would trade in their freedom For their protection deserve neither Fuck a name, fuck tradition Religion
Muhammad that'll sell chronic Martin Luther with a German Lugar I'm Malcolm X on your project steps bustin' a tec Gandhi with a MPC, who MC madd nice
I'll have a hundred and fifty billion blacks at the white house front do' And I won't eat pork on a God-damn mission And no I'm not a member of the Muslim
Do you want to be a swing state, or a hanging Chad? Do you want to be a father figure, or a dead beat dad? Do you want to move to Hollywood and fuck
[Verse 1:] A yo, I'm three feet lower, weighted down in sexy pigeons, empty pockets, Equal dollars, tally marks are my religion, Mr. crispy gives sex
wish I could just show you how to love them They grow up on gun powder, land mines and bad water They never even had a chance I gotta find a way
in tha club hollerin a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay Im in tha club hollerin [The Game:] You can find me in tha a bay bay Buckin
became a literal drag Very bad for business I'd be better off a fag She's a model de sport That I can't afford 'Cause I'm a practical American From the
breath. Some say you are a lost cause. Some say you are a Saint. Just being here's an act of suffering and restraint. Walk down the long dark road to
advice is no one needs a nap Stick to rap like a lot of sap [Verse 3 (P Money)] My name is P Money; I?m here to say I?m a big bad gangsta from da USA
